[Comprehensive British and American] The Wizard of Cullen's House

The first ray of light from the darkness shone on the lawn in front of a very magnificent house, and the lawn illuminated by the sun was immediately covered with a layer of gold.But soon the radiant lawn was suppressed by a pair of little white feet. The little boy was wearing a nightgown that obviously didn't match his age, with unkempt curly hair hanging over his head.His indigo eyes rolled around his eye sockets, as if he was evaluating something, and then he quickly showed a brilliant smile, and rushed towards the iron gate with great interest.

But just as he approached the iron gate, he stopped abruptly.Squinting his eyes, he looked vigilantly at the trail leading into the woods outside their house.

A woman with dark brown hair and a man with straw-colored hair are approaching here holding a black umbrella.

They have the same eye color and pale skin that is completely different from humans.The little boy took a small step back, and then keenly noticed that the woman and the man were looking at him at the same time - the little boy tensed all the muscles in his body instantly, he bit his lower lip and refused to leave, even though he was active now His brain was clamoring to warn him that he was being watched by danger.

Soon they were at the gate, through which the woman bent over him.

"Hello." The woman gave him a friendly smile.

On the other hand, the little boy showed a questioning expression, and then he elongated his voice and replied to her with a full aristocratic accent: "Hello." He stared at the woman's hand holding the umbrella handle, his face looked like Nothing changed, but Avella still easily saw the opening of the little boy's pupils and the slight trembling of his nose - what did he see from one of her hands?

Avella lowered her eyes slightly, and continued to say calmly, "Is this Sherlock Holmes' house?"

The little boy didn't speak, he just pursed the corners of his lips, and clenched his fist with one hand tightly behind his back.Maybe only he himself knows that his palms are full of sweat now, and he is thinking about the chances of him escaping from these two adults of unknown origin.But no matter which statistic was low, he was chilled, especially the man standing behind the woman who straightened his back but stared at him from the corner of his eye - the little boy knew that he was a soldier, and his official rank was not small.

But he never regretted that he sneaked out while his mother and the damn fat man were still sleeping. Thinking about it from the side, if he hadn't sneaked out, he wouldn't have had the chance to meet these two unknown people.

"Xiali——" a boy's voice suddenly came from behind the little boy, and the little boy who was called Xiali suddenly showed a distressed expression of eating rotten bread.However, between the stranger and his blood-related relatives, he turned his head and ran towards Mycroft who came out to call him without hesitation.By the way, despise his brother's figure that looks more rounded than last week, and of course, has a taller hairline.

Avella straightened up and looked at the 17-year-old boy who was protecting her brother behind her.

The sun had risen in the sky at this moment, and the warm sunlight was shining on the four people standing in front of the house—the difference was that compared to the two young boys who were wrapped in a layer of gold and stood outside the door A man and a woman unceremoniously blocked the sunlight from the black umbrella.Faced with their pale skin and perfect appearance, Mycroft could not speak for a while. Compared with his younger brother who is not yet at the age of appreciating beautiful things, McCoff is under great temptation and pressure from perfect creatures.

But he soon came back to his senses.

"I don't know what this lady and this man are trying to do at the door of my house?" He was still wearing sky blue pajamas, but the seriousness of what he said made Avella want to laugh.

However, she suppressed her rising smile, and slightly frowned and repeated what she said just now: "Excuse me, is this Sherlock Holmes's house?" She could already guess the identities of the two boys in front of her, which made her Can't help but focus on the little boy, the little boy was very reluctant to stare at him, but he had to hide behind his brother, but he stubbornly used his beautiful indigo color He looked back at Avella.

"You are not using questions." Mycroft's back was dripping with cold sweat.

Avella tilted her head: "How do you know?"

"The abnormal scratches on your sleeves mean that you are moving very fast. It cannot be a car because if you are in a car, your clothes will not have such scratches, so you are using your hands. The legs are running fast; your clothes are beige, but your collar, sleeves, and sides are stained -- Mycroft, don't catch me! -- green, which means you're running The location is not a road but a forest. You have abnormal skin color and golden eyes, and you are also carrying a black umbrella—the purpose is to block the sun, which can only show that you are sick, and the family has inherited the disease The possibility is relatively high.” Xiali, who was grabbed by Mycroft, talked about the things he observed, and his tone was hurried, “It is impossible for you to live near here. have been to..."

"Xiali!" A woman's voice exploded behind the two boys.

The voice of the boy who still wanted to chatter was stuck in his throat for a moment, and his face turned red.It could be seen that he still wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word because of his mother's strictness.

Avella looked at the well-dressed woman with lady's hair coming from not far away. To be honest, if she hadn't seen Rosalie before, then she would have lamented that Mrs. Hejia Meri Holmes was The most beautiful woman in the world.She didn't age because of the traces left by time in the corners of her eyes, but because of these wrinkles, she had a charm that was still charming and fascinating.

"I didn't know that the Karen family had a new member." Hejia Meri stood beside her two sons, and then asked the maid standing beside her to open the door for the two guests.

"How do you know our surname is Karen?" Avella stood outside the open iron gate and said, looking at Mrs. Holmes instead.

"Feel."

Avella and Jasper were sitting in the living room of Sherlock Holmes's house. The kid who was talking about his own observations was sitting opposite them and staring at them—he refused to leave, and his staring eyes seemed to be He was warning them not to do anything to his mother.Mycroft had already left the house because he was going to school, but Avella couldn't figure out why Sherlock didn't have to go.

While Mrs. Holmes left to make tea for them—the move of the lady undoubtedly left a great impression on both Avella and Jasper, Avella started chatting with Sherlock.

"Charlie?" she called him.

"My name is Sherlock, and Xiali is called by my mother." The curly-haired little boy leaned on the back of the sofa, but his eyes were fixed on Avella.

"Oh, Sherlock." Avella nodded interestingly, "How old are you?"

"You can ask directly if you have anything." Sherlock was not polite to Avella at all, it could even be said to be full of hostility - he disliked these two people extremely, and he felt that Mommy had done something wrong.Because the two people sitting on their sofa are definitely not as harmless as they look on the outside, on the contrary, the indescribable sense of danger emanating from them keeps little Sherlock in a tense state all the time. state.

And just now after his mother interrupted him, she pressed his shoulders tightly with her hand - she didn't let him continue talking, and even warned him not to continue talking.

This made him even more curious about the identities of these two people.

Who are they?Came all the way - and still inexplicably ran to find them why?Could it be that...the recent murders in Hounslow have something to do with them?

Sherlock narrowed his eyes again, and then heard the one named Avella continue to ask: "Well, why don't you go to school?"

"Boring." Sherlock blurted out, and secretly rolled his eyes: Why don't you go to school?Almost every neighbor who knew them asked him this question, couldn't these people pay attention to something else?Then his thoughts returned to the line just now: Could it be that Avella and Jasper came here because of the murder?But why did they appear after a murder in which blood disappeared out of thin air?And his mom obviously didn't know these two, but she guessed their last names.

Karen?He couldn't recall any of the friends his mum had mentioned before with the last name Karen.

"Your child seems to have deep hostility towards us." Avella suddenly looked behind Sherlock and said with a smile.

Sherlock turned back immediately, his mum was carrying a tray with a dark wine bottle and two goblets on it.After hearing this, his mother narrowed her eyes at him and said gently, "Xiali, should you go to school?"

"You never told me that before!" Sherlock immediately hugged the pillow on his sofa, and looked at his mommy resolutely.

"That was before, now I want you to go to school." Hejiameili put the tray on the table, looked back at his young son, and interrupted him when he was about to say something, "No—any — Reason, Charlie, you have to go to school today."

Avella watched Sherlock's originally fair and tender face blushing, but in the end he couldn't resist Hejiameili's insistence, and reluctantly left the living room with his mouth curled up.

"How can you guarantee that he will go to school?" Avella asked after Sherlock left.

Hejiamei smiled: "Because I'm his mother." She pulled the cork of the wine bottle, and at that moment Avella and Jasper frowned slightly, and swallowed the wine that was soured by the smell from the bottle. The venom surged in the mouth.But compared to this, Avella grabbed Jasper's strong arm at once, and said to Hejiameili seriously: "I'm sorry, but can you press the plug back?"

Jasper leaned forward even more.

Hejiamei was stunned for a moment, and immediately pressed the stopper back into the bottle.I don't know what the stopper is made of, but the moment it is pressed in, the strong sweetness emanating from the bottle is completely blocked.And Hejia Meili, who felt that he had done something wrong, looked at the two of them apologetically, and carefully slowed down his breathing—she is really a smart lady.

Avella turned her head and stared at Jasper closely. She was not Alice, and she had no ability to calm Jasper down.She had already made up her mind that as long as Jasper rushed towards the lady, she would immediately push him out—just as she was tense, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang music, and Jasper recognized the music immediately, too.

It was Alice who pestered Avella to change her personal music.

"Alice..." Jasper answered the phone with a soft voice that made Elvira heave a sigh of relief.She turned her head to look at Hejiali Holmes who had been holding the bottle motionless and breathing very slowly, and curled the corners of her mouth at her.

Mrs. Holmes nodded apologetically at her.